Current clothes: Bra, knickers, cycling shorts and you'll never guess which socks.
I wear them like once a month or less but I always seem to be wearing them when I do this meme. Or maybe it is that when I put them on, I will now inevitably think of this meme? Answers on a postcard.
Current mood: Sort of groggy and tired, as usual. But not as fatigued as usual, which is good. Those are two different things. I did have a shower today, though, so that means I will be utterly knackered in a few hours' time.
Current music: Just birdsong from the window.
Current annoyance: Can Pride Month be over soon so I can stop being annoyed at the higher-than-usual risk of historical bisexuals being claimed as gay?
Current thing:
O HAY GUISE LOOKIT TEH NEW 2 MB TUMBLR GIF LIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT AND ALSO THE EVILSEX IT ENABLES
UNIMAGINABLE POWER. UNLIMITED RICE PUDDING ETC.
Current desktop picture:
IT'S BACK! I had Torsten for so long because I was writing and posting pr0nz of him, but it's going to be time for these babies again soon. Although I think I do need to write some short PWP to get back in the saddle again. Whether or not that's going to be Renault/Strasser cannot be divulged to the publicks right now.
Current book: A 25-year old Finnish anthology of erotic stories, in the widest sense of the word "erotic" which means few of the stories are actually one-handed reading material. But that much more interesting for all the sensual/emotional stuff surrounding the actual coitus.
Current song in head: I didn't have one but I listened to my brain for a bit and it's still fucking Off To The Races. That's ridiculous. It must've been playing intermittently in my head for about one and a half years now at least. OTOH, Broken Promises for Broken Hearts by She Wants Revenge also shows up. Even if it reminds me of 70s Finnish schlager to a disturbing extent.
Current DVD in player: There's nothing in it. Hard to remember what I last threw at it. Maybe the Blu-Ray of The Spy in Black; I can't remember.
Current refreshment: Coffee. I'm way too addicted to Lidl's hippie coffee. (The organic freetrade one, that is.) Although that's blasphemous of me as it's an instant coffee and Finns mostly drink the sort you brew in a percolator. But that stuff is often so strong it gives me the jitters, where the caffeine level in this is just right.
Current worry: Seeing the doctor on Tuesday and that's always a reason for worrying a bit. Mostly because I just want to be sure she will renew my prescriptions because some of my meds are quite weird.
Current thought: How come all three guys who played Balduin
in the three German film versions of it were queer? Apart from giving those of us in the present day a handy excuse to read them through slash goggles under the pretense of academic film analysis? I am still squicked as hell by Balduin/Scapinelli when it's Veidt/Krauss, though, so I don't want to think about it much. But is that whole doppelgänger thing made more ~significant~ because each time, Balduin was played by guys who had another, gay self that they had to hide from the public? Disclaimer: I have only heard rumours about Wegener having been bi, but as he kind of creeps me out, I haven't studied him further. I just want to lock him and Krauss in the same room on a distant moon so they will never come and haunt my nightmares again. Connie and Anton Walbrook can go and have hot gay sex, though. And by "can go and have" I mean "please do now or else" and WHY IS THERE NOT FUCKING HISTORICAL RPS OF OF GUYS WHO ACTUALLY SWUNG THAT WAY AND *heavy breathing*